Page 33 of Sloth
“I’m fine, I just forgot how uncomfortable heels are.” She rubs her feet to try and ease them, and I chuckle to myself as I kneel on the floor, taking one in my hand and massaging my thumbs deep into her sole.
“What did you wear ‘em for? You don’t normally wear heels.” I laugh, wondering why women do these things to themselves
“Because I could.” She answers me with a twinkle in her eye, and I love seeing how each day she’s growing in confidence. “It wasn’t by choice I never wore heels; your brother threw out all the shoes he didn’t like after we got married,” she explains
“Didn’t like that they made you taller than him?” I chuckle, remembering how I always had the upper hand when it came toheight. I may have been the younger one, but I had at least a foot on him.
“I guess.” She shrugs, looking sad, and I suddenly feel awful for making a joke outta something that was clearly part of the abuse she suffered.
“I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did; it’s not funny.”
“It’s fine, I know you didn’t mean it like that, and I guess it kinda makes sense.” She looks down at me and laughs a little, herself. “I guess we both have to stop being sorry,” she tells me. I smile, and I can’t help sliding my hand up her dress between her thighs.
“I agree.” I stand on my knees to kiss her, and when she starts unbuttoning her dress, I unbuckle my belt so I can unleash the cock that's been hard for her all fuckin’ night.
I’m suddenly liking the idea of fuckin’ my girl, here on the couch. Keeping us a secret gets harder every day. I can’t count how many times I wanted to tell my parents tonight that I’m here for more than just her protection now.
I slide my hand up over her perfect body, taking hold of one of her round tits and squeezing it in my hand.
“Ouch…be careful with those.” She bites her lip like she’s uncomfortable, and I quickly let her go.
“Shit, Erin, I’m sorry. I’ve been getting rougher lately. I think it’s all the frustration of not being able to touch you whenever I want,” I try to explain myself. “I’ll be more careful.”
“No, it’s fine… I like it.” She seems surprised by her own admission. “Just not there, right now,” she tells me, clutching her hands over them while I nod and get back to kissing her.
I take her hips in my hands and drag them to the edge of the couch, sinking my head between her legs and licking her pussy just the way she likes it. It never takes me long to make my girl come when I’m using my mouth. Her pussy is so sensitive to mytongue, and I can’t get enough of the way it tastes. She’s been tense these past few days; it’s good to see her unwind. It’s even better that I’m the one helping her do it.
I wait till she’s come all over my tongue before shifting up her body and slowly filling her with my cock. I never tire of hearing that gasp she makes when I first slide into her. I could watch the way this woman takes me for hours, but there's no way I could ever last that long. Just being near her has me edging, and being inside her is so intense it makes my fuckin’ head spin.
“I love you,” she tells me, with tears that look sad instead of happy, magnifying her eyes.
“I love you, too.” I wipe them away with my thumb, cradling her head in my hands as I thrust inside her. “Always have, always gonna,” I assure her, still unable to believe that she’s mine.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she whispers, spilling more tears over my fingers and making me wonder what the hell is going through this girl's head. Surely she must see how mad I am about her. I can hardly keep my hands off her.
“Erin, I’m gonna love you till the day I die.” I pause to ensure she fuckin’ hears me.
“I hope so, Luke.” She kisses me hard, holding me tight to her body like she’s scared to let go, and I take her slow and steady, trying to ensure that she knows she’s got me for keeps.
“Darlin’, are you okay?” I tap my knuckles against the bathroom door the next morning, and when Erin finally emerges, she looks pale and washed out. “I think you're coming down with something.” I hold my hand up to her forehead, and she brushes it away like she can’t tolerate my touch.
“It’s probably something I ate.” She attempts to smile but quickly rushes back to the bathroom, gripping the basin as she starts throwing up again.
“You should go back to bed.” I rinse out the basin and pull her hair back over her shoulder.
“I can’t. I need to be somewhere today,” she tells me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Baby, you can’t go anywhere in this state.” I laugh, loving this new stubborn trait she’s developed over the past few weeks. “Come on, I’ll tuck ya back into bed and get ya what you need before I start work again.” I smile to myself when I notice her birth control pills on full display in the cabinet. Though I’m sure they were there yesterday morning, too.
“I said I have somewhere to be.” She fills her hand with water so she can rinse her mouth out, before picking up her toothbrush, and I step back, being mindful of how upset she got the last time I told her she shouldn’t leave the house. She obviously finds it triggering, and I have to trust that she knows her own mind.
I leave her to it and finish clearing up after breakfast, then when I see her head through the living room toward her room, I get an idea and follow after her.
“If you need to be at this place so bad, at least let me drive you,” I offer, watching her pull on some jeans and an oversized T-shirt.
“I can drive myself, you’re busy.” She smiles at me as she passes me at the door, and I get really confused when I see that the pills I caught her hiding last night are still on the mattress.
“Erin, I’m not saying this because I don’t want you to leave, I’m just lookin’ out for ya,” I explain, hoping she’ll understand the difference between care and control. Sometimes I even question myself, and I hate Matthew for that.
